Well, after an 11 hour flight I managed to barely get through the UK immigration. Since I didn't have accommodations booked they threatened to immediately deport me. Fortunately, I had the names and address of friend in London which saved me! The rest of the English people we have encountered have been much nicer.
The first task was to quickly learn how to sit on the right side of the car and drive on the wrong side of the road. It's been tricky but we haven't crashed yet! Suzanne quickly elected me to be the first driver. We have a snazzy Peugeot 600. We headed off to Oxford about an hour outside of London. The photos you see are of a great fish n chips dinner (the English know how to do this best) and of some of the areas around Oxford which is a beautiful city.
We left Oxford after dinner and found an Inn and pub called the Chequered Inn in the village of Cassington (not a town I was told)where Sheila the cat made us feel quite at home.
